By day, we chart our voyage by the sun, in oceans where the sea’s ice blue, by night we track the pole star’s run – while I’ve been thinking of you. A fair wind for a fair maid, my song flies on the breeze; one day soon, I’ll be back with you, back from foreign […]
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